The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white...

Yvan’s different.

Squinting in the darkness Anya could just make out a strange curving symbol scratched into the bark. Baba Zosia scored a line through it, disfiguring the symbol. Anya felt something in the air change and...

I am so afraid.” Trajan slowly pushed his glasses onto the top of his head and brought his lips softly to hers.

No sir.” Aramis hung up the phone quickly and tried not to drop it as he put it in his coat. His hands trembled as he tried to maintain a cool, professional façade. Yanka’s blood....